Текст песни Вульгарный Тонн - На Расстоянии Выстрела

I too often get tired and lose heart themselves,
City audience, which hosts the summit.
Who knows what it is - a failure or a new bestseller
While engaged in a duel without works and without goals

With a smile on her face in an era of high prices
God knows what will happen in the end
Just to get on your feet and be ready for anything.
As if on-the-fly directly to stock up for the winter.

3rd dozen exchanged too, quickly,
Now we're at a distance shot
This pier or on the stage, there is no difference
Screams and tease the monotonous Circus

On a distance shot now you too
All though there is still a lot already lived
And maybe later on you will know the sweetness of truth
On a distance shot now we are ...

On the other side of the trunk seems another world
You seem not to those after you dilute the smoke
And freezes if the exhibits of old shows
Now you - a wimp. On a distance shot

Tradition is as valuable as a graduate of the form
This is my second world when I'm on stage with a microphone
And my live vocal this is normal
Riddle is the same for the audience, who am I out of it

And I have a split is not the first year
The creation of sounds and phrases when waving your hand
I can not tolerate anything else, this is sick
In the morning, the house can not stand this stupid rap

And I live pancake exchange rates in Google
Big deal, rap is a toy doll in silly
But again, clubs, incomprehensible interest lupam
Again, I'm in the game, forgetting about work and the ruble

And what can I do, hood and several temok or
A thorough recount and red hot day mobile
And where is my longest true path to some marina
Where half will not be within range